The Princess's Reward

When Xia Fan woke, he found himself lying on a soft bed, red satin ribbons cascading from the top of the bedframe all the way to the floor.

The bedding carried the fragrance of gardenias and was fluffily soft in just the right way. Clearly, someone tended to this bed often, keeping it in its most comfortable state.

There were only a handful of people in Jinxia who could own such a luxurious bed.

He instantly realized where he was.

"You're awake?" someone suddenly asked.

Xia Fan turned his head and discovered that Ning Wanjun was sitting right beside him—yes, the bed was large enough for two. She was not seated in a chair, but reclined against the headboard, only an arm's length away from him.

She wore neither a princess gown nor everyday clothes, but a simple white gauze garment that felt rather like a nightdress. Such unkempt attire would clearly only appear before those closest to her.

Xia Fan also noticed that his outer robe and inner garment had been removed and replaced with clean short clothes. Considering that the princess did not want someone who had been crammed aboard a ship for over half a month climbing onto her bed, it was understandable.

"You're all right now?" He sat up at once, grasped Ning Wanjun by the shoulders, and scrutinized her carefully.

She froze for a moment, then an unnatural flush surfaced on her face.

"You're too close!"

Ning Wanjun caught his hand in reverse and shoved him away.

Xia Fan sucked in a breath. Her strength was still as great as ever.

"Looks like you really have recovered for the most part."

"That's right. It was all thanks to you." Ning Wanjun raised her chin slightly. "...Thank you."

She had originally intended to imitate the ancients